"SHUT UP!" you scream, as you kick the sheets off yourself and sit up. Once again, you regret the idea of waking up right after dawn.
The urge to go back to bed is strong, a lot stronger than usual. But no matter what, you just can't afford to go back to sleep. Because if you do, you are sure that you would sleep till at least 11 am, and miss a date with a certain someone. And you are also sure you would regret it.
'More like she's gonna make me regret it' you think to yourself, you make your way to the bathroom and take some time to freshen up.
'God waking up is so exhausting' or maybe it was just being in a relationship, you couldn't tell.
You continue splashing some more cold water on your face until the sleep fades away. Finally, after 5 more minutes you finally exit the bathroom, while shivering a bit due to the cold morning wind making contact with your wet skin.
Using your wet hands, you just roughly style your hair while taking a look outside the window. It was dark and cloudy even though it was 6 in the morning.
"It really is cold outside huh..." you whisper to yourself, while closing the window and going back inside. It often seemed to put you in a mood when the weather was like this.
Deciding not to hurt your eyes, you don't turn on the lights. You lay down on the couch, with your scroll in your hand. You just stare at the screen, not sure on what to do.
"Uh...." you scratch your cheek, and set down the scroll. You were in fresh mind, and you didn't wanna ruin it. Just then, you felt something wet slap against your feet.
Not really startled, you lean forward and look down to see something trying to climb up the couch.
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"Aww, come here boy" you tell him, as you gently pic him up and lay him on your lap. You run your hand over his fur, as he makes a soft cry while comfortably lying down on your lap.
"Cute dog"
. . . .
You are frozen on your spot in the couch, your eyes narrowing almost out of instinct.
The one who said that wasn't you, and neither was it a voice you ever expected to hear again.
Following the trail of voice, you look at your side.
Your blood runs cold, as she looks back at you with her molten gaze.
"Cinder...." you hiss, feeling a lot of emotions at once.
You thought she was dead already, no, you remember killing heryourself. You remember the event so vividly, as if it just happened moments ago.
